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Not looking forward to travelling back to Wimbledon. Trains = hassle. I have got dressed and eaten sensible lunch, which is good. My dad has tried to call me but the voicemail he left is totally garbled and mostly inaudible, and I can't pick out anything save that one of my long-lost primary schoolmates is visiting. But to be honest I am so tired and scruffy I wouldn't want to see her today anyway, so I'm not going to rush home just for that.

I have almost run out of internet to read, so I have high hopes that I might get off my arse and pack my things quite soon.

Robert, a big box has arrived. I'm guessing it's your arrows.

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I am completely lacking any motivation to move, pack, leave the house, travel to London, or do anything else useful. I'm not sure why. I'm wondering whether I should force myself to go and do things, or whether I can actually just leave it all and not go back till tomorrow. I could get Robert to take me to Woking in the morning and get the train home from there, which would be easier and mean I'd get there early tomorrow. Might make sense and stop me feeling all grumpy about having to go home now. Giles is back, so it's not like they're short of people.

Hmm.